I was having a particularly bad week at work and one evening I just wanted to get home and relax. When I walked in the door I was greeted by my mom and my husband Dennis and they both said sit down, remember we are more than conquerors in Christ. Then it was followed by, now we have a plan... . So I heard one sentence which was, Dennis has an infection that can't be cured by pill form. It has to be an I.V. twice daily, 12 hours apart. Well, I had heard this before and it usually was followed by. he has to go to the hospital. So instead of listening to the rest I got up went to my bedroom and went to bed sobbing. Here's the deal, I needed a good cry anyway and this just got it started. After I had vented to my pillow I got up and Dennis's dad was here. The plan was that Medicare will only cover the I.V's if we go to the hospital and spend 7 days there for the two I.V.s he would get daily. Medicare would not cover the medicine or Home health coming to my house and administering it daily. Makes absolutely no sense to me but I am not in charge of the government. So if I wanted to pay for the medicine out of pocket or pray that my secondary insurance paid for it, I could do this myself. it was a cheaper antibiotic so we opted for the out of pocket and stay at home. If we go to the hospital Dennis always gets worse. His wounds get worse, he looses weight and they don't get him up so he is not getting any movement. It's uncomfortable and I have to drive back and forth to work. This worked out really well although I was somewhat scared at first. I am not a nurse, I just play one at home!